In the sun-drenched paradise of Polynesia, where the air was thick with the scent of frangipani and the sound of lapping waves, Louis had built a life for himself. His days were filled with the hum of business, but his nights were often lonely, haunted by the memory of a certain smile, a certain laugh, a certain body that had haunted his dreams for years. Elle.
Elle, his former protégée, had been nothing more than a voice on the phone for years, a sweet, sultry voice that sent shivers down his spine. But today, she was here, in his home, her curves more pronounced, her confidence more intoxicating. She had come to visit, to catch up, to remind him of the past and stir up feelings he had long tried to suppress.
Louis couldn't help but notice the way her hips swayed as she walked, the way her big, round ass shook with each step. She was a vision, a goddess, and she was here, in his space, driving him wild. He watched as she bent over to pick up a book, her tight jeans hugging her ass, her shirt riding up to reveal a sliver of smooth, dark skin. He felt his cock twitch, his body responding to her in ways he couldn't control.
Elle turned to him, a wicked smile on her lips. "You're staring, Louis," she said, her voice a low purr. "I thought we were just friends."
Louis swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. "We are," he managed to say, his voice hoarse. "But a man can look, can't he?"
Elle laughed, a sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Oh, Louis," she said, walking towards him, her hips swaying seductively. "You always were a man of few words. But actions speak louder than words, don't they?"
She stopped in front of him, her body so close he could feel the heat radiating off her. He could smell her scent, a mix of coconut and something uniquely Elle. He reached out, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing against her full lips. She leaned into his touch, her eyes never leaving his.
"Elle," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I... I've wanted this for so long."
She smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Then why wait any longer?" she asked, her hand reaching down to cup his growing erection. "I'm here now, Louis. And I want you too."
Louis groaned, his body responding to her touch. He pulled her close, his lips crashing down on hers in a hungry, desperate kiss. She moaned into his mouth, her body pressing against his, her hands roaming over his chest, his back, his ass. He could feel her heat, her wetness, through their clothes, and it drove him wild.
He pulled away, his breath ragged, his heart pounding. "Elle," he said, his voice a low growl. "I need to taste you."
She smiled, her eyes dark with desire. "Then taste me, Louis," she said, her hands reaching for the hem of her shirt. "Taste every inch of me."
He didn't need to be told twice. He pulled her shirt off, his hands roaming over her smooth, dark skin, her full breasts, her taut nipples. He bent down, his mouth capturing one nipple, his tongue swirling around it, his teeth nipping gently. She moaned, her head falling back, her hands gripping his shoulders.
He moved lower, his mouth trailing kisses down her stomach, his hands pulling down her jeans, her panties, revealing her glistening pussy. He groaned, his cock throbbing, his mouth watering. He couldn't wait any longer. He needed to taste her, to feel her, to make her come.
He buried his face between her legs, his tongue lapping at her wetness, his lips sucking on her clit. She cried out, her hands gripping his hair, her hips bucking against his mouth. He could feel her trembling, her body on the edge, and he wanted to push her over.
He slid a finger inside her, then another, his tongue never stopping its relentless assault on her clit. She screamed, her body convulsing, her juices flowing into his mouth. He lapped it up, his cock aching, his body desperate for release.
He stood up, his hands pulling her close, his mouth capturing hers in a hungry kiss. She could taste herself on his lips, and it turned her on even more. She reached down, her hand wrapping around his cock, her thumb brushing against the tip, spreading the pre-cum that had gathered there.
"Take me, Louis," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "Fuck me hard."
He didn't need to be told twice. He lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, her arms around his neck. He carried her to the wall, his cock pressing against her entrance, her wetness coating him. He thrust into her, his cock filling her, stretching her, making her cry out.
He pounded into her, his hips slamming against hers, his cock hitting her G-spot with each thrust. She screamed, her nails digging into his back, her body trembling, her pussy clenching around his cock. He could feel her orgasm, her juices flowing, her body milking his cock, and it pushed him over the edge.
He came, his cock pulsing, his cum filling her, dripping out of her, coating his balls. He groaned, his body trembling, his breath ragged. He leaned his forehead against hers, his eyes closed, his body spent.
Elle smiled, her body still trembling, her breath still ragged. "Well..." she said, her voice a low purr. "That was... unexpected."
Louis laughed, his body still trembling. "Unexpected, but not unwelcome, I hope," he said, his eyes opening, his gaze meeting hers.
Elle smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Not unwelcome at all," she said, her hand reaching down to cup his growing erection.